Akasha opened his eyes. And before him, Elshua awakened as well.The space around them had no shape — vast, silent, a vibrating nothingness.But to them, the nothing had never been empty.
The strings of existence whispered their primordial melody, and that invisible sound shaped the world before their senses.Two brothers.Children of the same source.Two consciousnesses born from the Father's desire.
Akasha had always sought what he could touch — what revealed beauty in matter, in the laws of Physics, in everything that could be understood and transformed.He was the son of boldness.The sculptor of chaos.And he saw in Adargas not just a father, but the mirror of everything he wished to become.
He helped expand the universe.Built galaxies.Made mistakes — and in his mistakes, he created the first abysses.The holes that devour light were not flaws: they were the fruits of his curiosity.Scars of learning.
Adargas admired him.And that admiration made Akasha believe he could walk on his own.He played with life like a child with cosmic clay, shaping worlds, dissolving them, creating anew.
Akasha was fearless.He created deformed beings and ecosystems that seemed to collapse under their own weight, but to him, every dissonance was a new form of art.He was the scientist of the improbable, the god of experiments.His passion for the imperfect consumed him — and exalted him.
His children adored him.They called him Lord, Father, Fire.He walked among them, felt their pain, tasted their pleasures.He experienced everything matter could offer.He was the god of war, of creation, of destruction.The one who reigned among flames and steel.
Time slipped through his fingers like stardust.Akasha crossed eras — from stone to iron, from bronze to the micro-structures of the atom.His civilizations mastered fire, and later the stars.And when there were no more worlds to conquer, he invented new ones.
But the universe was not infinite.And at the edge of its expansion, Akasha felt something he had forgotten for millennia: the presence of another.Elshua.
The silent brother.
Akasha sought him — and when he found him, he saw a serene universe, filled with harmony.No metal, no weapons, no fire.Only balance.Fragile beings, yet whole.Akasha smiled with disdain.
— My brother, — he said, with a voice like restrained lightning — I see you have used well the space our father gave you.
Elshua greeted him with tenderness.— I come in peace, Akasha. There is no dispute between us.
But Akasha saw falsehood in every word.Pride burned within him.And before reason could speak, he unleashed a colossal wave of energy.
Destruction swept through worlds, twisted seas, contaminated creation.But Elshua merely closed his eyes.And with a single thought, purified everything.
Silence hovered.
— I see we have grown different, — Akasha said coldly.— We were apart for far too long.
Elshua replied with serenity:— I was never far, brother.— I always rejoiced in your creations. But your heart closed itself to hearing.
The words did not touch him.To Akasha, they sounded like the echo of an ancient abandonment — the abandonment of the Father.
He turned away.Returned to the heart of his empire.And there, among machines and light, he proclaimed:
— My children! Expansion!Seek matter, energy, worlds — the universe is your field of conquest!
And the wars began.
Technology against thought.Energy against spirit.Millennia of conflict spread across galaxies, each victory and defeat feeding the cycle of creation.
But time — the only one capable of healing the impossible — brought weariness.Elshua, feeling the weight of the ages, sensed something.A spark.A call rising from the depths.
He left the war.And in a single breath, crossed the fabric of reality.
Before him, the Presence.Immense. Silent. Loving.
Adargas.
Elshua knelt.
— Father… is this the beginning… or the end?